Los Angeles daily herald., 1887-03-18

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necessary that you go back aud stand
upon the docks Of Ireland in the oruoi-
fixion of her exile, as her children bade
farewell to the scenes hallowed by a
thousand memories, of all that was near
and dear, looking with tear-dimmed eyes
upon their humble homes, upon their
mou ntain crags, or gazing wistfully upon
the Lakes of Killarney. where bloom so
many lovely isles, like dimples upon the
face of the waters, and recalling per.
chance the pathetic words of Moore.
"Sweet Innisfa allen, fare thee we'll,
May calm and sunshine long be thine;
How fair thou art let others tell,
While but to feel how fair is mine.
Sweet Innisfallen, fare thee well.
Aud long may light around thee smile,
As soft as on that evening fell
When last saw thy lovely isle."
tits not necessary that imagination's
pencil should paint the scenes Of parting
and of sorrow. They are all stamped
where they will remain forever-upon
the living canvas of Irish hearts, and
even at this distance of zine, memories
of the bitter cruelty crowding back upon
the Irish mind will steep its buoyant
spirits in a spell of mournful recollec.
tions. But never amid all her desola'
tiop have her loyal sons forgotten the
faith of their fathers; never have they
ceased to do homage to her patron saint;
never have they forgotten the land of
their birth. and never..have they ceased
to hope for the future deliyerance of
their country. And though the gloom
of night has long enveloped her lakes,
her hills and her plains; though Grattan,
Curran and O'Connell are dead, and dy.
ing bequeathed the legacy of their spot
less memories to us all; though de-
spair has almost settled over the island
''full many time and Oft" the morning
light seems breaking at last through the
clouds. The day seems near when she
''shsll take her place among the nations
of the earth, and Enmet's epitaph be
written; and all that her martyred he
roes have labored for so long in vain
seems almost achieved by the splendid
courage an genius of Charles Stewart
Parnell. It is right that on this day,
near and dear to every Irish heart, we
should declare to the world that the vir-
tue which gave to the patriotism of the
departed heroes Of ireland its dazzling
luster is still alive. 1t still lives to pre-.
serve, to console, to sanctify humanity.
1t has its temple in every cline;
it has its altar in every heart
that loves the good and the true.
In the beautiful words of Thomas Fran
els Measher (of whom Brennan SO beau.
tifully said, "His bright, musical
thoughts circled around his fallen coun-
try like spring birds around ruin'):
"By the soft, blue waters of Lake Lu
cerne stands the chapel of William
Tell. On the anniversary of his revolt
and victory, across those waters as they
glitter in the July sun skim the light
boats of the allied cantons. From the
prows hang the bannors of the republic,
and as they near the sacred spot the
daughters Of Lucerne chant the hymns
of their old poetic land. Then bursts
forth the glad "Te Deum," and heaven
hears again the voice of that wild chiv.
airy of the mountains, which i've CEN
turies since pierced the white eagle of
Vienna and flung it. bleeding on the
rocks of Uri. At lnnspruck, in the black
aisle of the old cathedral, the peasant
of the Tyrol kneels before the statue of
Andreas Hofcr. In that old cathedral
his inspiring memory is recalled amid
the pageantries of the altar; his VIC
tories and his virtues are proclaimed in
the songs of his people; and when the
sun goes down chain of tires-in the
deep red light of which the eagle
spreads his wings and holds his giddy
revelry-proclaims the glory of the
chief whose blood has made his native
land sainttd spot in Europe"
1t is this spirit which makes us vener.
ate the names of the illustrious dead of
Ireland, anointed by the blood of the
great and good, and joining in this
veneration the true son of Erin has,
wherever he goes, the faith and duties
of patriotism.
The world is learning at last that the
cause of Ireland is just, for she asks
but simple justice. In every cline and
under every flag there is class of peo.
pie who view the public affairs of ma.
tions with an impartial and generous
eye; class whose sympathies prove the
poet more of philosopher than a
dreamer when he said: "One touch of
nature makes the whole world kim"
class whose hearts burn with indigna.
tion as intense, whether standing be-
meath the scaffold of Emmett, or kneel.
ing above the grave of Marshal Ney;
class who feel for the oppressed
of earth, whether the sigh of the
unfortunate is waited from the shores of
the Indian Ocean, or heard in the clank
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comes from where Shannon's silvery
floods give back those lovely Irish land.
scapes, whose beauty seems like vistas
stretching from the very foothills of
heaven. And united as we are upon this
memorable day, the world will look on
and admire that zeal and devotion to
faith which the Irish people have nursed
to their hearts for fourteen hundred
years, and to which they will cling and
cherish ''as long as rivers run to the
sea-" On the hills of Erin to. o.day the
poor tenant, looking upon the loved
shamrocks growing by his humble cabin,
speaks che name of his patron saint in
reverence, and consoles his children with
the story of his piety, his purity and his
prayers for his people. Saint Patrick
rests beneath the green turf of the land
he loved SO well, and his memory is en-
shrined in the heart of every true son Of
Erin, priceless heritage of which ty.
ranny and oppression cannot rob him,
nor cruelty and injustice ever destroy.
And when another LINK shall have fallen
from the golden chain of time into the
fathomless abyss of eternity; when on.
other year shall have passed, and we
meet again to commemorate the glories
of our patron saint, may we at that hour
rejoice in the knowledge that Ireland is
forever free from the chains of oppres.
sion, under which she has toiled for so
many weary years; and may we also re.
joice in the hope that the day is not far
distant when the harp and the sunburst
shall proudly wave over the hills and
wales Of fair Erin, Erin forever unfet-
tered and free. And hoping thus, we
will to-day exclaim with Tom Moore,
ssThus Frfn NV couutrv thouoh hrokou